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Beryl

T he light had faded away from the room by the time Kjartan pulled off me.

He was marvellous in the warm lamp light. It softened his edges and made his green skin glow. His eyes fluttered shut as I cupped his cheek, the fresh beard raspy under my skin. “Please let me see you, too.”

The enormous Orc nodded but kept his eyes closed. He got up to his knees, dragged his jumper over his head and exposed a powerful torso. The bulging muscles threw deep shadows on his chest.

I sat up, wanting to be closer to the warmth he radiated.

“You are magnificent, Kjartan.” I imagined planting my words under his skin with every brush of my fingertips.

“Vindur.” His voice cracked with desperation, and he threw his head back, his long dark hair spilling over his broad shoulders and down his spine.

“Look at you. I love your body.” Scrambling up, I kissed over his heart, the highest point of him I could reach. But I wasn’t worried.

We can kiss again later.

“Thor help me,” Kjartan whimpered when I sucked his nipple into my mouth.

“No god can help you, babe.” My breath brushing over the wet skin sent violent goosebumps down his throat. “I will, though.” My hand ghosted down his thick length where it strained against his trousers.

That sexy groan he made when I freed his cock gave my ego a massive boost.

“Kjartan,” I moaned and stuck my face into his groin to get high on his musk. “You smell so good.” I wanted to steal his pants and stick my face into them while I wanked.

“Take your clothes off. All of them,” I commanded.

Heat blazed in his eyes as he obeyed me.

Oh fuck. Not so sure about the fit anymore.

I hated when dudes flexed with their size, but fucking hell. If anyone had the right to brag, it was him. Kjartan’s cock was almost as long as my forearm, dark green, thick, and veiny.

Who cares if it doesn’t fit. I still want him in me.

“Please tell me you have condoms and lube here,” I groaned, my eyes glued to the beading drops of precum at his tip.

“I have both.” Kjartan nodded, his cheeks turning slightly pink. I melted at the sight.

“Gods, please get them. I want you so much.”

He lunged at me, cradling my head in his palm as he kissed me. With every teasing lick of his tongue, every sucking of his lips, every gasped breath he swallowed down, Kjartan drove me out of my mind.

“Wait for me, Vindur.” He lowered me to the bed with one more gentle nip to my bottom lip.

I watched him disappear into the bathroom, my eyes hanging on his gorgeous ass once more.

“It’s been so long since I had time to indulge in someone.

” Kjartan set his knees on the bed, next to the spot where he had dropped the bottle of lube and a few condoms. He settled between my spread knees, and then palmed my hips.

“You are so delicate, Beryl.” Soft lips pressed a kiss on my dick.

“I love your cock.” He focused on the head, his stubble scratching the sensitive underside.

I love how needy you make me .

“Please, Kjartan,” I begged, not even knowing what I was asking for.

“Mm, yes,” he whispered, working his way down my dick and up again. “I want to take my time with you. I want to savour you until you beg for my cock.”

Oh fuck me.

I was already so needy I trembled like a leaf.

How much more do you want?

His slick tongue sucked my tip into his mouth, coating it in his saliva. Then he pulled off and breathed the next words over my wet skin.

“And then I will give it to you. I will fuck you so slow and deep you’ll feel it in your soul, Vindur.”

I gasped and shuddered as my dick leaked all over my skin. Kjartan cleaned me up. His touch brought me to the brink of climax again.

“Be a good boy for me and don’t come just yet.”

“Oh fuuuck. If you want me to hold out you need to stop calling me that.”

His eyes met mine, and the enormous green man contemplated me from between my spread thighs.

“No,” he said with a grin.

It mesmerised me and drove my near-orgasm from my mind.

“I like you so much,” I whispered, stretching out my hand to stroke his forehead.

Kjartan looked at me for another moment, then raised himself up and took my mouth in a deep kiss. I felt him grabbing the bottle of lube and heard the lid open.

I tried to turn my head but a shake of his made me stay with him. Our mouths stayed glued together as I felt gentle fingers brush against my hole.

I moaned, thrusting my tongue into his mouth to calm some of the bone-deep hunger in me.

Kjartan teased me open until my hole clenched under his touch, trying to coax him into my body.

I’ll explode if he doesn’t get inside me soon.

“I can feel your despair, Vindur,” he hummed against my lips, before dipping his tongue back between them to steal my gasping breath.

My dick twitched when he slipped a thick fingertip into my greedy hole, waiting for a moment before adding a second finger.

“Gods, yes. Fucking finally.”

His low chuckle sent goosebumps down my body. With slow, pumping movements Kjartan stretched me.

He kept this up for so long I was close to tears.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore,” I begged him.

“I know, my sweet Vindur.” He stroked my face. “I know, don’t worry,” he assured me as he took a condom from the bed. My ass already hated his absence.

“Do you still want me?”

“Fuck, yes. Are you tested, Kjartan?”

“I am.”

“Me, too.” I licked my lips and raised my eyes to his face. “Leave the condom, okay? I want to to fill me up.”

Kjartan cursed and hesitated for a moment before he spread the lube all over his stiff cock. I took a deep breath when he notched his head at my hole.

He’s so big .

Only when he had my dick in one slippery fist did he enter me. The slow strokes made all discomfort disappear.

“Okay?” he asked, the tendons in his neck straining under his skin.